Thunder Box (in my pants!)

Given that there is a recent spate of evil clowns terrorizing the eastern seaboard and given that I was too scared to sleep after Shaun of the Dead, no one is more surprised than me that my co-residents talked me into going to this with them:

It was super-goofy.  And of course, as dusk fell, and even though I knew I was perfectly safe and that the creepy figures were volunteers who had told explicitly not to "inappropriately touch" me [and not just me, but everyone!], I still screamed myself horse.

Now I really want to see the fort when it's not "haunted."